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not requested: This drabble is based off of the song Single - The Neighbourhood, only pieces of the song are used. I would recommend listening to it, honestly the first time I heard it all I could think of was making out with Peter Maximoff. Sorry it’s a bit of a mess but I’d really appreciate it if you left me some feedback!
Peter Maximoff x Reader
I don’t know if we should be alone together
I still got a crush, that’s obvious
If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us?
Everywhere I go you show, whatever
I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen
I just wanna get lost in your lungs
Being left in a room together was gruelling, especially when you looked like that with your flamboyant smile, contagious laugh, soft curves, mesmerising looks and ethereal presence.
You looked up at Peter with your bottom lip between your teeth and teasing look in your eye that broke Peter’s restraint. Not a second later did he have you no longer sitting on the love-seat located in the library, but on his lap.
“Peter no, we could get caught,” you search the room with frantic eyes look for the presence of anyone.
“Nobody’s here baby girl, it just us. There’s nothing stopping us.” He moves his face closer with each word spoken, eyes completely focused on your plump lips until his own brush against them. He watches as your eyelids flutter shut at the sensation, still not used to the way your body reacts to even the briefest of his touches.
The thing about your relationship was that it’s a secret and with a telepath for friend that was exceptionally hard, but the two of you managed. So that resulted in lots of sneaking around, stolen kisses and effective use of Peter’s speed. The pair of you didn’t particularly want to hide your relationship but found it necessary as you were unsure how your friends would react to the large age gap.
Reasoning evaded your mind with the sensation of his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, lips moulding together softly, relishing in the way your kisses felt like a breath of fresh air and the way his scent invaded your senses, intoxicating you and the way his kiss leaves your heart rate spiked and a shiver of delight rolling down your back. You’re still perched on his lap, one hand snaking up his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you and the other resting on his chest over his heart. The two of you continued to get lost in one another, re-discovering and tracing parts of each other you were already so familiar with. Peter’s hands reposition from your hips to cup your face, deepening the kiss leaving you spiralling into pit of desperate passion.
Peter’s tongue nudged your lower lip as you parted them, allowing his tongue to prod your mouth, exploring it and relishing in the way you unintentionally grind down on him as he does so, electing a low moan from his pink lips and a gasp from yours.
Fuck did this boy know how to kiss.
From that point the kiss became feverish, fuelled by passion, lust and raw hunger for one another. There was no other way to describe it other than intense and hot.
You both pulled away due to oxygen deprivation, but within seconds Peter was trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone before coming back up your neck and nipping on the sensitive skin there.
Peter can’t help but look up at you from his place on your neck and feel utter adoration for the girl on his lap. He continues to plant small hickies on your neck, ones he know will be a bitch to cover in the morning however he can’t help but wish people were aware of your relationship.
He knows that if things continue the way they are with the teasing gestures of batting your eye lashes, biting your lip and his lingering stares it won’t remain a secret much longer as you’re driving him crazy. Yes you tease him from time to time, but half the time what you do to drive him crazy is unintentional on your part. He can’t help but stare at you as you enter the room because, as clichè as it is, you light whatever room you walk into up. He hangs on your every word loving the way your lips move as you pronounce each word, he is hypnotised by your little quirks that add to your beauty. He longs for your relationship to be public, not caring what others will think as he’s not sure how much longer he can see you laughing at Scott’s lame attempts at jokes, knowing it could be him making you cry with laughter, watching as your eyes light up and you attempt to muffle your laughter and grin by covering your mouth. You constantly have his attention, and he wants every one to know you’re his.
I don’t think that we should be around each other
When you’re in the room, you get my eyes
You open your mouth, I’m hypnotized
I can make you laugh until you cry
You know you got all my attention
You know you got all mine